I'm writing this from the hospital as I hold Charlie in my arms. Our poor baby spiked a scary fever on Thursday night and we brought him to Cook Children's since the fever was rising above 101. Thankfully Kara came rushing over to stay with Andrew and DD came early on Friday morning so that we could both be at the hospital with Charlie. Kobie and Kasen came on Saturday afternoon to help.
After several invasive procedures to draw urine, blood and spinal fluid, we were sent to a room and told we'd be here until Sunday at the earliest. The doctors had to test for any bacterial infection since these are the most serious illnesses a newborn can get in the first few weeks. We have been pretty certain Charlie has a virus since Andrew has had a very minor cold the last few days, but bacteria is life threatening so the doctors have to rule that out first. Unfortunately those tests take 48 hours for results.
Charlie's temp has stayed around 102 for the first 36 hours or so and then has slowly started coming down. He wouldn't eat and was put on lots of antibiotics and fluids. It seemed like he can never rest as nurses have poked and messed with him incessantly during our stay. He's been miserable and it's been torturous to watch him have to go through so much at only 2 weeks old. I've had to remind myself countless times of the moms and dads who have been here for weeks and months with their little ones, and my heart breaks even more for them now after this experience. We've had only a small taste of what they're going through and it's been almost more than we can bear.
Today it's Sunday morning and we're hoping to be released to go home, but that will all depend on test results and how is fever is doing. We are desperate to be home together again all under one roof. I hope I never take healthy children asleep under our roof for granted again.
God has been so good to us and I know Charlie is in His hands.
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